Forbidden Desires I & II

Chapter 8: Late Night Confession

Cayden laid on the bed in the guest room and kept turning on the bed, unable to sleep.

The bed was large and perfectly made. The silence felt heavier than it should have. He sat up on the edge of the mattress for a while, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. The bruises on his face throbbed, but it wasn’t the physical pain that kept him awake.

He couldn't stop thinking about Nikolai's mother. His soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's mom. He can't get her young innocent face off his head and how his small lips would fit perfectly on his c**k.

After nearly an hour, he stood up as he walked out of the room, every nerve in his body told not to move but he found himself in the hallway until he reached her door and knocked once.

“Who’s there?” Elena’s voice came through, soft and slightly surprised.

“It’s Cayden. I can’t sleep. Do you mind if I come in for a bit?” he asked biting his lower lips as his jaw clenched together

There was a short pause before the door opened. Elena stood there in a deep wine-colored silk robe, her dark hair loose down her hips. She just had her bath. Elena stepped aside without asking questions.

“Come in.” Cayden entered.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp. Elena closed the door and gestured toward the edge of the bed. He sat down. She sat beside him, leaving a small space between them.

For a while neither of them spoke..“I didn’t want to stay in that room alone,” Cayden said eventually. His voice was low and even. “Everything feels too quiet.”

Elena studied his profile. The bruises on his face told her something ugly had happened, even if he wasn’t going to explain it.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” she said quietly. “Not if you don’t want to.”

Cayden glanced at her. There was no pity in her eyes, only calm attention. That, more than anything, made it easier to stay.

“I just needed to be around someone who isn’t looking at me like I’m a joke,” he said

Elena’s expression tightened for a brief moment. She looked away, then back at him. “You’re not a joke, Cayden.”

The way she said his name settled something in the air between them. He turned more fully toward her. Elena didn’t move back.

Cayden lifted a hand and carefully brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His fingers lingered near her cheek. Elena’s breath caught, but she held his gaze.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.

“I know,” he answered. Neither of them pulled away. Cayden leaned in and kissed her.

The first touch of their lips was slow, almost restrained. Then Elena kissed him back, and the restraint began to burn away. His hand slid to the back of her neck as the kiss deepened. She let out a soft moan against his mouth and that went straight through him.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing fast. Elena rested her forehead against his. “This is a mistake.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She was quiet for a long second, then she shook her head once.

Cayden kissed her again, harder this time. Elena’s hands came up to his chest, then into his hair. He eased her back onto the bed, following her down. The silk of her robe was cool under his palms as he ran his hands along her sides. When he tugged the belt loose, she didn’t stop him.

The robe fell open and Cayden pulled back just enough to look at her. Elena’s body was soft and full, her heavy breasts rising with each breath. He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking slowly, then harder when her back arched. His tongue circled the peak before he moved to the other breast, giving it the same focused attention. Elena’s fingers tightened in his hair as a low moan left her throat.

He kissed down the center of her chest, over her stomach, and lower. When he drew her underwear down her legs, she lifted her hips to help him. Cayden settled between her thighs and lowered his mouth to her.

Elena gasped.

He licked her slowly at first, then with more purpose. His tongue circled her c**t before he sucked it gently between his lips. Two fingers slid inside her, curling upward as he worked her with his mouth. Elena’s breathing turned uneven. One of her hands gripped the sheets; the other stayed in his hair.

“Cayden—” He kept the rhythm steady until her thighs began to tremble and she came with a broken, quiet cry, hips lifting against his mouth.

Cayden didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, kept driving his fingers into her soaked p***y while his tongue worked her c**t without mercy. Elena’s hips bucked wildly, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but he pinned her thighs apart with his forearms and kept going. Her second orgasm hit harder than the first, her whole body convulsing as she cried out, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Still he didn’t let up. He added a third finger, stretching her open, and sucked her c**t harder while his fingers pounded into her. Elena’s back arched off the bed as she came a third time, her voice breaking into sobs. Her thighs shook uncontrollably around his head. Cayden finally pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with her wetness. Elena lay trembling, chest heaving, her p***y still twitching from the overstimulation.

Cayden finally pulled back, wiping his mouth. His c**k was rock hard, but he made no move to f**k her. Instead, he rolled her onto her back and straddled her chest. He stroked himself slowly, watching her face.

“Open,” he ordered.

Elena opened her mouth. Cayden slid his c**k between her lips, f*****g her throat in slow, shallow thrusts. She gagged, tears pricking her eyes, but he didn’t stop. He pulled out and rubbed the head against her lips, smearing precum across her mouth.

“Again,” he said.

He pushed back in, deeper this time. Elena’s hands gripped his thighs as he used her mouth. When he pulled out, she was gasping, spit dripping down her chin.

Cayden moved down her body and spread her legs wide. He rubbed his c**k against her c**t, sliding through her wetness without entering her. Elena whimpered, hips chasing him.

“Not yet,” he said. “You come on my c**k when I say.”

He kept rubbing, the head of his c**k dragging over her c**t with every pass. Elena came again, thighs clamping around his hips. Cayden didn’t stop. He kept the same motion until she came a second time, then a third, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Only then did he push inside her.

Elena sobbed at the stretch. Cayden f****d her hard from the start, deep, punishing thrusts that made the headboard slam against the wall. He flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Elena came again, clenching around him.

He pulled out and flipped her onto her back, pushing her knees to her chest. The new angle made her see stars. Cayden f****d her through another orgasm, then another, ignoring her pleas.

“Too much,” she gasped. “Cayden, please—”

He didn’t stop. He f****d her through every position, on her side, riding him, bent over the edge of the bed until an hour had passed and she was shaking, oversensitive, begging him to stop. Cayden kept going, alternating between gentle, deep strokes and brutal, punishing thrusts.

When he finally came, he buried himself deep and flooded her with heat. Elena lay boneless beneath him, tears on her cheeks, body still twitching.

Cayden kissed her forehead. “We’re not done,” he whispered.

Elena shivered and smiled in tears of satisfaction.